The Strongest Passion Which I

Necessity, Like Electricity, Is In Ourselves And All Things, And No More Without Us Than Within Us.

Life's But A Means Unto An End, That End, Beginning, Mean, And End To All Things--god.

The World Is A Great Poem, And The World's The Words It Is Writ In, And We Souls The Thoughts.

Worthy Books Are Not Companions – They Are Solitudes: We Lose Ourselves In Them And All Our Cares.

When Night Hath Set Her Silver Lamp High, Then Is The Time For Study.